Murder Lyrics - Street Hop - Royce Da 5'9

I got a phone call* 

Six in the morning, anonymous, that said 

"Yeah nigga, we got him" and then they hung up 

Then I looked down at my iPhone 

At the private number saying "Who the fuck is this" to the dial tone 

I said fuck it, the next second my phone buzzes 

My nigga's wife said niggas just ran up on cousin 

What niggas? She said it was some rappers from Ohio 

That been out here north of Atlanta bone thugging 

Ran up on him and did what then? 

She said they stomped him at the club then pandemonium erupted 

Murder 

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Going through my mind, is she telling me shots was fired 

Them Ohio niggas is rock supplying 

Heated, stop answering, start spending them niggas calls 

Every time he went to see him he went in them rented cars 

So it was even harder to find him so they figured 

They'd go to the D tomorrow and surprise him 

Did they kill him? "Nah, they only shot a couple times 

Heard they was hitting walls." The nerve of these niggas' balls 

Who was he with? "He was with Tre" 

He in the hospital too? "Nah." Needless to say, call you back 

I called up Tre, Tre answered, I said 

Hey man, keep it real fam, why the fuck you still standing? 

He said, "Nickel I'm a killer, not a fighter 

So I got up out the way because my weight's a lot lighter 

Them niggas was big so I slid but I promise on my kids 

We can get them, I know where them niggas is" 

Where them niggas at then? I heard what their crew do 

Real niggas, if y'all was in my shoes what would you do? 

Photos 

You going murder 

Jumped up, pumped up, feeling like Manson Malvo Groucho 

My bitch staring out me, I'm out though 

I ain't visting cuz in the hospital 

Till I got at least one of them nigga's chain in my hand like Alpo 

Car headed to where Tre at 

Eject the BI to put in T.I., skip to (ASAP) 

He off of the freeway in the projects 

I hit the exit without blinking to thinking in the process 

Tre come running out with a fully on some hot shit 

I'm like weapons ain't a thing, killing is the object 

What was you doing when they was kicking all on my fam? 

He said, "Nickel, we about to get them niggas, goddamn 

Why you got to be so obnoxious?" 

What? Just tell me where them niggas at before I take your ass hostage 

He said "Alright. Around six around five 

Of them niggas was riding around here in a maroon Crown Vic" 

I said alright, pulled out of the lot and made right 

You in the car that fit the description, say goodnight 

You got to pay the price 

Tre said, "There they go in the alley 

Sitting in the car they probably blazing right 

And they can't see us cause we behind them" 

This ain't the time 

"But what if this our only opportunity to find them" 

I said you right, pulled into the alley and seen two people in front of them niggas' car taking out garbage 

I said wait till these people finish, they innocent 

Soon as they go back in their cribs we going to finish it 

No sooner than a second after 

Tre jumps out of the passenger side blasting 

Past them niggas we here to kill, hitting them innocent bystanders 

Tearing their trash up 

Our enemies jumped out of their car waving badges 

They all shooting at me, nobody blazing at him 

This ain't adding up 

Car in reverse, now I'm mashing, leaving Tre behind 

Even though it's some questions that I got to ask him 

Murder 

Burning rubber away from there in a bullet riddled car 

Trying to piece this shit together, hitting the boulevard 

If them niggas is the police, what the fuck is Tre? 

He ain't dead or in jail by now then he the other way 

Snitch or pig, I got to talk to my cousin 

That nigga setting me up then I'm a lift his lid 

That nigga know how hostile my reactions 

I call and try to find out what hospital he at then 

Every nigga pickup just laugh when I ask 

Have you heard about cuz getting smashed maybe I'm the ass then 

Head hurting like a motherfucker, looking for a gas station 

Now a nigga need a fucking aspirin 

I hear a familiar ringtone from my phone 

It's my bitch texting me telling me don't come home 

I'm thinking damn should I text back, why me 

My phone starts ringing it's Tre on the ID 

He said, "Them niggas tried to get me but I slid" 

He want to tell me in person, meet me at my crib 

I said nigga please 

I threw the phone out the window rolled over it crushed it into a million pieces 

I hit the blinker quick then hit the highway 

If I'm a be a target y'all know I'm a do it my way 

After I rolled for a few hours I'd say 

I was tired after I got out of the tri state 

Can't help but feel like another lame exposed 

Pulling up to an old telly in the rain and cold